Those folks who claim the Earth is flat Aren't certain where the edge is at Perhaps a flat brain can’t absorb As much as one shaped like an orb
The buzz of a mosquito can Torment the mind of any man And those who mock this state of dread Have never heard one while in bed
“My stalker’s released more nude photos of me.” “How’s your hair in them?” “Fabulous. I'd just had it done.” “Let's have a look.” Laverne slid her phone across the table. “You owe him one,” I agreed, swiping through a considerable collection of images. “Maybe you should get him something.” “Like what?” “Halloween's coming up.” “What … Continue reading Stalk Options
When Alexander Graham Bell Phoned Mr Watson he knew well The pair of friends would make a killing By next inventing monthly billing
It’s claimed that goldfish draw a blank Each time they meet inside a tank Indecorous, though most don't sweat it And agree to just forget it
The brains behind the pencil Made his mark which we commend But smarter still's his wife Who stuck a rubber on the end
Flamingos dine while upside down Which sometimes makes me think: How is it that they never drown Each time they take a drink?
Imagine sitting by a lake And wondering what it would take To calculate its area The formula would scare ya. Or fancy while beneath a tree You’re struck by thoughts of gravity Quite tough with which to grapple Whilst snacking on an apple. Or say you're watching tortoises When what you start to notice is … Continue reading A Sine of Genus